…And the economy will begin to fail. Society will start collapsing and buildings will tremble in ashes. That is why we have to stop the transhumanist from making any more progress. It’s already bad enough that idiots like Burntfires22 and his lackeys see me for a fool. They won’t be laughing once one of the transhumanist punches through his chest with his beating heart and eats it away as he falls to the ground. That won’t be happening if people realize the truth for what it is, and stop following the false prophets on their promise. And that concludes my report on transhumanism.
“Wha-what?” Johanna stutters as she begins to wake up from her slumber, “That was very good Zhs, C+. Now who would like to go next?
“ME ME ME!” GDC shouts with excitement as Johanna points to her and she walks up in front.
“Alright GDC what did you do your oral report on?” Johanna asked.
GDC answers with pride, “My report is about Zhs’s report on transhumanism. It’s shit…”
“Alright GDC that’s enough,” Johanna interrupts, “Did you have an actual report to share with the class?”
“Nope,” GDC replies throwing her hands in the air.
“Well at least you’re honest,” Johanna murmurs before giving out a grade, “F+! Holy would you like to go next?”
“Sure,” Holy answered as he began to get up and stand in front of the class.
“What is your report on?” Johnna asked hoping for a better report than GDCs.
“Probably one explaining why McDonalds is healthy and why he eats it all the time,” Zhs jokingly says.
Before Holy could say anything the bell rings and he returns to his desk to pack up his things like the rest of the students and they all head out of the classroom. Zhs was heading over to his math class when he noticed a couple of students gathered around the school announcement bulletin board. Interested, he quietly observes the rest of the student’s behavior before approaching.
OT School: The Life of Zhs
Episode I: Class President
Written by: Holy2334
“BURNTFIRES22 FOR CLASS PRESIDENT!” Eprodigy chants as Burnt begins to think about signing up.
“I-I guess I’ll give it a shot, and who knows. Maybe I can make the school better,” Burntfires says determined as he pulls out his pen and begins to sign.
“Hahaha yea right,” Ilneutrino laughs at Burnt as he signs, “You don’t even know how to run a club well let alone a class.”
“So does that mean you’re signing up then?” Burnt snaps back.
Ilneutrino goes on to say with a grin, “PL-EASE! Why would I want to be president of some class when I’m already the queen of the school? Go ahead be president I don’t care, once you find out how meaningless the position is you’ll regret it.”
“Okay, whatever you say,” Burnt says and begins to walk away.
As the group begins the scatter away. Zhs sees this as an opportunity to check the board. He noticed that it was an announcement about running for class president. When he looked at the list of people who signed he sees Burntfires22’s name written on top. Zhs without hesitation signs underneath and begins to walk to his next class.
“Maybe with the class presidency thing I can show these idiots the truth about the transhumanist,” Zhs thought, “It’s not going to be easy with Burntfires22 and his lackeys trying to lie and make false accusations against me that are not true. Even when I say the truth they will ignore it and jump around my claims. I’m just more worried about the hallus monitorus being manipulated by him and getting me in trouble to prevent me from becoming president. But he will fail, and once he fails he will die for being a fucking idiot,” Zhs begins to speak his thoughts out loud, “I will not let these idiots cover the facts I’ve proven time and time again, and once I become class president the message will be heard loud and clear.”
“Something wrong Zhs?” Heather asks before starting math class.
Zhs says nothing and moves to his seat as Heather begins teaching about algebra. Zhs ignores her words as he begins to think about a plan to become the next class president. For the rest of the day that would be all that he thinks about. When he gets home from school, he begins to write everything down on paper. Making posters, and getting them mass printed out. He begins doing research in the late night hours until he falls asleep. Dreaming about school without transhumanism and Burntfires22.
The Next Day……
Zhs arrives to school a little while before it starts to put posters up of his running on the student’s lockers. He does a couple dozen when he hears strange music coming from down the hall. He looks and sees Burntfires22 sitting in a chair and being carried by Eprodigy, Holy, BloodScourge, and Pokerpo while presidential music being played in the background. TurkeyPie and Magin escort them across the hall while holding up a banner telling people to vote for Burntfires22 for president. All the students stop what they are doing and look at them parade through the hall. Zhs furious, he puts his posters down and steps in the middle of the hall interrupting their parade.
“YOU GUYS ARE ALL IDIOTS!” Zhs shouts and the music stop playing.
“Oh would you look at that? A peasant in the middle of victory parade,” Burnfires said as he takes off his sunglasses to look at Zhs.
“You all deserve to die. You guys don’t see how you are being manipulated by Burnfires22 and his Irishman ways.”
“Zhs can you stop? Why did you sign up anyways you know you won’t win.”
“False! Once I get people to see the truth they will know who to vote for,” Zhs says while everybody else shakes their head.
“Zhs you might want to leave or else we will have to take you to the principal’s office,” Turkey tries to calm Zhs down.
“See? He’s already manipulated the hallus monitorus into doing his bidding,” Zhs explains as he begins to pick up his posters again, “You will all see the truth behind Burnfires22 being a transhumanism and I will not let this school be doomed to be ran by him.”
“Let’s go. I have no time to argue with a peasant,” Burnt orders and the crew turn around and walk off to the other direction.
Classes begin as normal. Zhs arrives to his English class where they are continuing to do oral reports. Apparently Zhs spent all of the class time doing his so now Johanna has to speed things along with the rest of the reports starting with Holy who talks about writing a good fanfic. Then BloodScourge who talks about how Michael Jackson has impacted the music industry with his songs, and his dances. 15man talks about fur culture which peaks Zhs’ curiosity (but that’s for next episode), Magin talking about Japanese culture and anime. Amane talks about Marilyn Manson and how he has impacted the music industry with his edgy songs that are better than Michael Jackson’s songs.
All was going well until Burntfires showed up to talk about his topic on animation artistic styles in the 1930’s. He shows off and describes a bunch of images on the projector screen. One of pictures he shows however alarms Zhs. When Burnt was showing screenshots of Cup Head to show examples of this style being used today, he showed a particular boss who eventually transforms into the moon. Before he could continue, Zhs stands up from his seat and points at the picture.
“TRANSHUMANISM!” Zhs shouts from his desk.
“Zhs calm down and sit back in your seat,” Johanna tried to order Zhs back in his seat but he stays up there and keeps going.
“Don’t you guys see? Burntfires is manipulating you guys into thinking transhumanism is ok when this image shows how dangerous it really is.”
“Zhs it’s just a game chill,” Burntfires attempts to explain.
“FALSE! You will not trick me into believing your fake intentions,” Zhs interrupts.
“Alright Zhs that’s enough, save the debating with Burnt tomorrow when we have the class debate,” Johanna tells Zhs and he stops and sits down to let Burnt finish.
By the time Burnt was done with his oral report, the bell rings and everybody leaves to their next class. There would be plenty of more feuds throughout the day. People tearing down Zhs’s posters. Zhs spray painting “Transhumanism” on Burnt’s locker. Even during lunch time both groups seemed to have a base camp set up at their tables promoting themselves. Amane looks at both of them with a smirk and picks up his mother’s famous potato salad made from the finest Irish potatoes and throws it at Zhs. Zhs while shouting his hatred about transhumanism gets caught off guard by the potato salad and it hits him in the face. Looking disgusted, he looks at Burntfires22 and his lackeys laughing at him.
Zhs in a rage picks up some strange mush and throws it at Burntfires22. Amane slips away before the war began giggling as everybody looks at Burnt and throws their food at Zhs except for Holy who was still eating. Food was flying through the air as kids ran out of the lunch doors only leaving Zhs and Burnt remaining covered in food. Everything went silent for a brief moment until principal Tricky Rodent walked through the doors. Analyzing the mess made, she yells at both of them to the principal’s office, where they wait for their punishment.
“Z-Zhs started it!” Burnt stuttered, trying to defend himself for his actions.
“YOU STARTED IT!” Zhs snapped back at him, “YOU THREW YOUR DISGUSTING TRANSHUMANIST IRISH FOOD AT ME AND THEN HAVE YOUR LACKEYS CONTINUE MOCKING ME!”
“You guys aren’t in trouble,” Tricky explained, “We looked at the cameras and saw that Amane threw his potato salad at you Zhs. He’s suspended for the week.”
“Thew!” Burnt said in a sigh of relief but was puzzled, “So why are we here then?”
Tricky replied, “You two want to be class presidents right? I’ve noticed your guy’s behavior lately and I would like to say that is not presidential like. Now the debate is tomorrow and I would like you two to act like presidents about it. Not the Trump kind though, more towards Obama.”
Zhs remains silent as Burnt agrees, “Y-yes ma’am.”
The two walk out of the office and return to class. Both remain silent for the rest of the day. Zhs goes home and goes on his computer. Looking at a blank screen to think about what he’s going to say about tomorrow. That’s when he opens up the internet and goes straight to google for the whole night.
Debate Day…..
Everybody gathered around at the gym today for a special assembly. “Why do you want to become class president?” After the debate the voting boxes will be up and everybody will have a chance to vote. Zhs and Burntfires22 stand at a podium looking at the small crowd of students in the stands. In front of them at the table sits Uber who will be the moderator of the debate. Burtfire’s name is chanted out throughout the crowds while someone is randomly chanting out Zhs in the crowd. The crowd goes silent to see who that person was, but they couldn’t find out who. Then random chatter erupts again with the students discussing who they are going to vote for. After a few minutes, Uber gains the attention of all the students by tapping on the microphone.
“Greeting fellow students of OTHS,” Uber begins to announce to the crowd, “Today is a very special day where we as OTers get to decide on who is going to be class president. As president of the Political Science Club, I will be moderating this debate as fair as I can. On our left we have Burntfires22, and on the right we have Zhs we will first start with opening statements. Burntfires22 you will go first.”
“Alright,” Burnt confirms.
Students of OT, as class president I promise to deliver on one simple goal. That goal is to make OT great again! Right now this place is a complete festering shithole. People being mean to other people. People spewing nonsense. People baiting other people while those people take the bait. I promise to stop all of these and attract new students to come to our school. This morning when I was walking in I saw tumbleweeds TUMBLEWEEDS flowing through the hall. I don’t like it, you don’t like it, let’s work together to stop it. Also I demand that every Friday is famous potato stew day….
The crowd cheers wildly before Zhs has as chance to speak. It will last on for about a minute until it dies down. That is when Zhs begins his speech.
False, all of it’s false. Burntfires22 is the leader of transhumanism and will not stop until this school is destroyed. Then after knowing that his foolish tests are complete here he will go on and move to the world. His lackey’s will stop at nothing to see me fail for I am the truth. Anybody who follows Burntfires22 and his lackeys are all idiots and deserve to die. If you don’t believe me he even wants to force feed you his brainwashing serum every Friday.
“YEA FUCK IRISH STEW WHAT KIND OF INBRED SHIT IS THAT!?!?” Pokerpo shouts from the crowd.
So vote for me, for that I will end this transhumanist movement once and for all.
The crowd looks stunned in awe from what they were hearing. One person clapping can be heard and it turns out to be DoomlordKravoka. Then the clapping stops. Uber interrupts the silence by moving the mic closer to him.
“Well that was interesting!” Uber states, “That concludes our debate. Remember to vote for your candidates at the polls today and a winner will be announce by the end of the day.
All of the students head down to the polls to where they vote between Zhs and Burnt. The lines where short, with only a few people actually caring who is the next OT class president. Zhs might actually have a shot. After the polling was done Uber took the ballots and started to count the votes. Burnt and Zhs were quiet throughout the day, not ruining any chances of being class president. By the end of the day just before the final bell rings an announcement is heard of the speaker.
“Attention class, I would like to proudly present that your president of the 2017-2018 schoolyear is…” Trickyrodent announces over the speaker, “POKERPO!”
“WAIT WHAT?” Zhs and Burntfires screeched in confusion.
“Well I voted for Pokerpo as a joke,” 15man chimed in.
“Me too,” Holy says afterwards.
“Yea, I’m not too fond of Irish stew and Zhs is shit so I voted for Poker,” Bloodscourge answered.
Pokerpo’s eyes widened as he heard the announcement through the speakers. Then he smirked.
“This year is going to be one hell of year fellas, this will be my year,” Pokerpo spoke silently to himself as the crowd around him begins chanting in cultish fashion.
“WE ARE POKERPO! WE ARE POKERPO! WE ARE POKERPO! WE ARE POKERPO!”